"Harry are you ready?" Tom asked as he walked into Harry's bedroom.
"Almost, I'll be out in a minute."
Tom sat the two potion vials he had with him on the bedside table as he waited for Harry to come out of the bathroom, and get into bed. One was the adoption potion, the other was an extremely strong sleeping potion.
"I guess it's time," Harry whispered as he came out of the bathroom, his pyjamas dragging behind him on the floor. "Why do I have to wear these, their way to big."
"You might grow a lot after you take the potion, so you are wearing bigger pyjamas just in case. Cause if you do grow and you were wearing your regular pyjamas they could rip and fall apart while you grow, leaving you naked, or they could not rip and cut off your circulation hurting you, possibly even killing you. Come get into bed, when you take the sleeping potion it will take immediate effect."
As Harry crawled onto the bed Tom pulled the covers over him, much like a parent tucking in their child.
"Here, take this one first. It's the adoption potion, then quickly take the sleeping potion. Blood adoption potions can be painful."
Harry took the adoption potion for Tom, drinking it in one gulp. However, he didn't drink the sleeping potion fast enough, as he took the next potion from Tom. Harry was racked by a tremor of pain that caused him to scream at the top of his lungs. His hand shook with pain causing the sleeping potion vial to crash to the floor, breaking and sending the potion and glass flying in all directions.
"Harry, calm down. Just try to breathe, I'll get another potion. Accio sleeping potion."
The potion came flying into Tom's open hand after a minute, and Tom quickly opened the potion and held it unsure what to do now that Harry was convulsing in pain. Unable for Harry to take and drink it himself Tom waited until he screamed again and poured the potion into Harry's open mouth. Sputtering, Harry started to choke on the potion, coughing up drops of the potion. Tom took and closed Harry's mouth, massaging his throat to help Harry swallow as much of the potion as he could. The potion worked just as fast as Tom had warned Harry, and Harry was asleep seconds later the convulsing, coughing, and the screaming stopped as Harry settled into a peaceful sleep.
HP/FG-TW
Harry threw his arm over his stomach as he turned over onto his side as he turned away from the strong morning light that was streaming in through the large set of bay windows. As Harry snuggled into the warm covers he felt a twinge in his bladder, warning him to either get up and go to the bathroom or have an unpleasant wake-up call. Throwing the covers off of himself, Harry threw his legs over the side of the bed, only to unexpectedly slam his feet against the floor. Groaning in pain, Harry stood up and started walking to his bathroom, after a few steps he started to sway. Crashing into the wall next to the door Harry grasped at the door frame trying to keep himself upright.
"Tiffy!"
"Master Harry be-"
"Hurry, Tiffy get Tom," Harry yelled at her, scared at what was happening to him.
"Tiffy be getting Master Tom." Tiffy popped away, returning a few seconds later with Tom, in his pyjamas, a look of alarm on his still sleep-filled face.
"Harry is that you? What's wrong?" Asked Tom as he pulled away from Tiffy and reached out to help Harry.
"Yes, it's me. Who else would it be? I don't know, I feel so strange, I got up and started to walk to the bathroom and after a few steps my legs gave out and I started to fall."
"Here give me your hand." Tom took Harry's hand and lead him away from the bathroom doorway. "It's the potion, your body has changed that's why you feel strange."
"Wait, I need to go to the bathroom," Harry said as Tom took him away from the bathroom.
Turning around Tom lead Harry into the bathroom and made sure he didn't fall over as he went to the bathroom. Once he was done Tom walked him over to the sink.
"If you look in the mirror, I think you will see why you feel so odd."
After he washed his hands Harry looked up at the mirror that sat on the wall over the sink. Startled by what he saw Harry jerked his head back and would have fallen on the floor if it wasn't for Tom standing next to him. The person he saw in the mirror wasn't the one he was used to seeing, though he did look familiar. He had the same dark hair, but this person's hair was darker than his and much less messy. He also had green eyes though instead of the bright green ones he had, these were darker, more of an olive green. Harry's skin, over the years of being kept in the closet under the stairs when he wasn't working, had left his skin an unhealthy pale. This person's skin, on the other hand, was a luminously healthier pale, like freshly fallen snow. He was taller than Harry was too. When Harry stood next to Tom he came up to mid stomach, this person was at least three or four inches taller than Harry. As Harry gazed at the person in the mirror he saw that this person was the perfect mix of Lily, James, and Tom.
"Is this me?" Harry asked as he brought his hand up to his face, watching as the person in the mirror mirrored his actions.
"Yes, this is what I meant by changes. In fact, the potion has worked even better than I had hoped. I would say that unless anyone knows that both Lily and James, not to mention me, were your parents they wouldn't be able to recognize you as Harry Potter. In fact, from now on, we need to call you Nathair, even try to think of yourself as Nathair. If we slip up even once and call you Harry in front of the wrong person everything could be destroyed, and you would be in more danger than ever.
"Though I must say it was a good thing we waited to get you a new wardrobe, you've grown quite a bit, and not just in height. You did put on some weight before, but now you look perfectly healthy. I should get Healer Langdon to come over give you another check-up, just to see what the potion did and not just for your health. Until then why don't you take a shower, while your showering I'll enlarge a set of your clothes. Then we'll go to Diagon Alley to get you clothes and visit Gringotts... Oh, how could I have so stupid to have forgotten something so important. We really need to visit Gringotts now."
"Why? What's wrong?"
"I'd forgotten that now that you are no longer Harry Potter I'll need to get you a birth certificate, and proof that you exist as my son. Without it, you'll have more troubles trying to inherit anything. Well, we can take care of that when we get to Gringotts, now go on and get ready, and I'll meet you in the dining room for breakfast. After we eat, then we can go to Diagon Alley."
HP/FG-TW
As they finished their breakfast Lucius, Severus, Narcissa, and Draco, who had returned home for the summer two weeks before, bid them a good day as Tom side-apparated them to Diagon Alley.
Draco had acted weird since he and Severus had returned to their home now that the school year was over. Draco while knowing how to act around Harry Potter had no idea how to act, or even talk to, Nathair. Sure he was respectful when he had to talk to Nathair, but otherwise, he stayed away. Nathair knew that it would be hard to go from enemies to anything remotely civilized towards each other. Thankfully Nathair had the long and important list of books to read which took up most of his time, as well as the personal lessons he was taking. Severus taught him potions, and herbology, like herbs and other plants, were essential to potion-making. Lucius was giving him political lessons and lessons on how to be a lord of a magical family, as well as charms and transfiguration. Narcissa was in charge of all things etiquette, dancing, socializing, and many other things that would be important for him to know. Fenrir was teaching him about magical creatures, and history. Lastly, Tom, who Nathair was getting around to call father, was teaching him dark arts, defence, runes, and arithmancy, in the spare time he had. It was decided right after arriving at Malfoy manor that, at least for now, that Nathair would be tutored at home. Tom wanted in no way to send him back to Hogwarts, at least while Dumbledore and his supporters ruled the wizarding world and remained a strong presence in the school.
As they landed just beyond the opening from the Leaky Cauldron, where the apparition point was, Tom and Nathair made their way down the alley, but only after he got his bearings as his body change had left him unsure in his own skin, weaving in and out of the small crowd of shoppers that popped in and out of every store. As they walked past Ollivander's Nathair had a thought.
"Now that you've adopted me and I'm no longer... won't I need a new wand? Not everyone will know it, but some of the Weasleys and Dumbledore know what it looks like."
"So right," Tom answered thoughtfully. "Before we leave we'll pop in and get you a new wand. Even though you won't be able to use your other one for a while keep it, you may have use of it someday. Now let's move on, we need to be getting to Gringotts."
Walking into Gringotts they waited in line for one of the goblin's to become free and help them. It took a while, despite being early in the day the bank had quite a large group of customers waiting to do various business at the bank. Though soon enough it was their turn.
"How may I help you," drawled the goblin from behind his extremely tall desk.
"May your gold ever flow and your enemies crumble beneath you," said Tom in greeting to the goblin.
The goblin and the other goblins around that had heard the greeting Tom said looked stunned before narrowing their eyes in sharp looks at the Dark Lord.
"May your vaults never empty and enemies wither, what can I do for you today," said the goblin who looked impressed which was a hard this to do as they were almost never impressed, least of all by stupid wizards.
"I need to see someone about my son's adoption as well as all his inheritance."
The goblin looked from Tom to Nathair, then turned and called out, "Arrow Biter, take these two to see Iron Teeth. Follow him and he will take you to the goblin in charge of adoptions. Good day. NEXT!"
"Follow me," said the goblin that walked up next to them, that Nathair assumed was Arrow Biter.
After a long walk and a confusing array of long and winding hallways the goblin stopped in front of a door, he knocked and a few seconds later a gruff voice shouted, "come in."
"In there is Iron Teeth, he will help you with that you need," and scampered off into an adjoining hallway.
Walking in Tom and Nathair were met with the messiest office either of them had ever seen. Piles of parchment rolls covered a wall, cobwebs coating most of them. Books of all kinds and sizes towered in rickety towers that almost touched the ceiling. And the entire room had dust everywhere that it could be.
"How may Iron Teeth help you today," huffed out the goblin as they made their way through the books to his desk, which was spotless, so clean the wood gleamed like glass.
And once again Tom uttered a goblin greeting stunning Iron Teeth like he did the teller, who accepted is greeting and returned it.
"Last night I officially adopted my son with a blood adoption potion, I wish to have all of the legal paperwork done to make it legally official, and find out what he will inherit from his birth parents."
"I see. Birth name?"
"Harry James Potter," Nathair replied.
Iron Teeth's eyes narrowed at Nathair's answer. "New name?"
"Nathair Calder Slytherin."
Iron Teeth's eyes grew as large as plates before narrowing again. "And your name sir?" He asked Tom.
"Thomas Marvolo Riddle, Heir of Slytherin. If it would be possible I would also like to claim my inheritance, and name my son as the new heir of Slytherin."
"Yes... of course. I will need to verify that you are who you say you are, and I can use the same test to see what you are both set to inherit." He pulled out two identical white sheets of paper. "These are enchanted to show your names, parents, which parent you got your magic from, who said parents got their magic from and all things owned, or that will be owned by the person after they come of age and get their inheritance. Take and drop six drops of blood on your parchment," Iron Teeth said as he handed over two matching daggers, one each to Tom and Nathair.
As soon as the last drop of blood fell onto the paper the blood started to spread across the paper, writing words as it travelled along. Once the blood stopped flowing across the paper and dried Iron Teeth picked up each piece and looked over them before handing each back.
"I see that you are who you say you are, why don't you take a look and see what they say then we can move on with the other things you came here for."
Name - Nathair Calder Slytherin, formerly Harry James Potter
Birthday - July 31, 1980
Parents
Mother - Lily Potter nee Evans, dead
Mother's magic from - great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother Andrea Clark nee Ravenclaw - squib, dead, great-great-great-grandfather William Evans -squib, dead
Father - James Charles Potter, dead
Father's magic from - Mother Dorea Potter nee Black, dead, Father Charles Potter, dead
Adopted Father - Thomas Marvolo Riddle
Father's magic from - Mother Merope Gaunt, dead
GodParents
Godfather - Severus Tobias Snape
Godmother - Bellatrix Lestrange nee Black
Heir To The House's Of
Potter
Slytherin
Black
Gryffindor
Evans
Ravenclaw
Peverell
Wizgamont Seats
Potter - 2
Slytherin - 4
Black - 2
Gryffindor - 4
Evans - 2
Ravenclaw - 4
Peverell - 3
Total Votes - 21
Vaults
Potter
757, 345, 624, 779, 905 - estimated combined worth 64.12 billion galleons
Black
684, 241, 407, 731, 692, 885 - estimated combined worth 97.19 billion galleons
Gryffindor
17, 3, 387, 231, 55, 54, 39 - estimated combined worth 17.6 billion galleons
Slytherin
24, 4, 2, 18, 19, 21, 99, 59 - estimated combined worth 27.17 billion galleons
Ravenclaw
1, 5, 12, 10, 23, 74, 379, 81, 82 - estimated combined worth 193.4 million galleons
Peverell
66, 67, 69, 342, 238, 237, 276, 289 - estimated combined worth 158.2 billion galleons
Evans
645, 772, 773, 629, 843, 930 - estimated combined worth 48 billion galleons
Properties
Potter Properties
Potter Cottage, Godric's Hollow, England
Potter Manor, Leeds, England
Potter Villa, Florence, Italy
Potter Summer House, Potter Island, England
Potter Island, England
⅛ of Diagon Alley
Black Properties
Black Manor, Warrington, England
Black Townhouse, 12 Grimmauld Place, London, England
Black Villa, Athens, Greece
Black Summer House, Paris, France
Black Island, off the coast of India
⅛ of Diagon Alley
Slytherin Properties
Slytherin Manor, Glasgow, Scotland
Slytherin Villa, Madrid, Spain
Gryffindor Properties
Gryffindor Manor, Dublin, Ireland
Gryffindor Island, Wales
Ravenclaw Properties
Ravenclaw Manor, Manchester, England
Ravenclaw Cottage, Cardiff, Wales
Ravenclaw Villa, Ravenclaw Island, China
Ravenclaw Island, China
Evans Properties
Evans Manor, Blackpool, England
Evans Villa, Alexandria, Egypt
Peverell Properties
Peverell Manor, Liverpool, England
Peverell Cottage, Loch Ness, Scotland
Peverell Cottage, Beachy Head, England
Peverell Cottage, Gwydir Forest, Wales
Peverell Villa, Istanbul, Turkey
Peverell Villa, Barcelona, Spain
Peverell Island, off the Southern Coast of Peru
⅕ of Diagon Alley
Stocks
Wizarding Stocks
The Daily Prophet - 55%
Ollivander's - 15%
Slug and Jiggers Apothecary- 10%
Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour - 25%
Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions - 45%
Muggle Stocks
Harrods - 20%
AT&T - 10%
New York Times - 40%
"Wa-wha-what's the conversion rate of galleons to pounds?" Nathair stuttered out as he read the paper.
"The current rate is about 6 and a half pounds to the galleon."
"Nathair," Tom called out in shock as Nathair fell out of his chair onto the ground, fainted from shock.
"What's going on?" Asked Tom as he cradled his son in his arms. "What does the conversion rate of money have to do with anything?"
"If you read your son's paper you will see that he will inherit, what at the present time, is worth just over four hundred billion galleons, approximately sixty three trillion muggle pounds and none of that is even taking into account the worth of the properties, rent from properties, stocks in both wizarding and muggle companies, all of which are successful, as well as books, jewellery, and heirlooms in the vaults. Making him the richest wizard in the history of the whole wizarding world."